AUTHOR’S POV.
The freezing wind blew hard off the dark water, whipping violently across the secluded northern shipping docks.
The massive, industrial shipyard was completely shut down for the night, illuminated only by the harsh, yellow glare of a few flickering floodlights. Tall metal shipping containers created a complex, shadowy maze on the wet concrete.
A sleek convoy of black, armored SUVs rolled silently through the main security gate and came to a smooth halt near the edge of the deep water.
Bruno Romero stepped out of the warm cabin of his vehicle. He buttoned his thick wool overcoat against the bitter cold, projecting an aura of pure, arrogant authority.
Four of his most loyal, heavily armed enforcers immediately fanned out to secure the perimeter. Bruno ignored the freezin
